Things We Left Behind Lucy Score

Up and Down. "We're different." Right and Left. "Go, run and hide." Love and Hate. "This is unfair." Kill and Spare. "I cannot do it anymore." Totally opposite, is there a chance to make it together?

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

I’m getting married, but my CEO fiancé, whom I had been engaged to for ten years, had no idea. Thanks to his new personal maid, the man has no time to spare for me. The two of them always shadowed one another, and they might as well be sleeping in the same bed. My fiancé even bought a yacht and brought her to the Arctic to see the aurora when she was in a bad mood, completely forgetting that we were supposed to be picking out wedding gowns that day. I spent the entire day waiting in that bridal shop, waiting for a man who would never show up. So I called my dad, “I’m marrying someone else.”

My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor. This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home. The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish. Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before. But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned. After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.

I always had a unique kind of mind-reading ability—I could hear the thoughts of people who didn't truly love me. On the night before my wedding, I suddenly heard my fiance's thoughts. 'If she shows up unexpectedly to disrupt the wedding tomorrow, will wearing leather shoes make it harder to escape?' I didn't say a word. The next day, without a second thought, I boarded a plane and left Chilia. In the end, that wedding, regarding a runaway bride and groom who never showed up, became the city's most infamous joke.

Five years ago, Olivia Derie made a deal with the devil himself. To save her mother from dying from stage-four brain cancer and settle her crushing debts, she signed away her freedom to ruthless Mafia don Vincenzo Moretti. The terms were simple: marry him, give him a child within nine months, and disappear from his life. But Olivia quickly realized Vincenzo’s cruelty knew no bounds. Beneath the cold façade was a man who viewed her as nothing more than a means to an end. When she discovered she was pregnant, the stakes became higher than her own survival. Fearing for her unborn child’s life—especially when Vincenzo made it clear he intended to dispose of her after the birth—Olivia did the unthinkable. She ran. Now she is back thinking she could start all over again with her daughter but the one person she never expected to see again walks back alive to her life: Vincenzo Moretti, But he doesn’t forgive, and he doesn’t forget. Now he’s found her. And he wants everything she took from him: He wants his heir. His wife. And the revenge he’s patiently waited years to exact. Olivia isn’t just his bride—she’s his obsession. Even though she ran, even though she stabbed him and vanished, he’s never let go. Now that he’s found her, he won’t let her slip away again. “When we meet again, Princess,” he whispers, “you’ll learn you were never free. You’re mine—now and always.” ---

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩, 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦?” Lily knew that she was useless in her family. Wala siyang matinong nagawa sa buong buhay niya kaya madalas siyang pagbuhatan ng kamay ng kanyang ama o kaya ay ng kanyang madrasta. No one treated her well, even the maids in her home. They all believe she’s a nuisance. Dumating ang araw na nagkaroon siya ng silbi sa kanyang ama nang kailangan nitong makipagkasundo sa Pamilya Dalton. Kahit takot na takot sa kanyang magiging asawang si Drew ay wala siyang magawa kung hindi ipagpatuloy ang kanyang obligasyon bilang Martin. Sa unang gabi pa lang ay ipinaramdam na kaagad ni Drew ang disgusto sa kanya. Malayo siya sa mga babaeng nakakasalamuha nito. Sino nga ba ang magnanais sa isang tulad niyang hindi nakapagtapos ng pag-aaral, payat at hindi masyadong kagandahan? Ngunit determinado siya na ipaglaban ang kasunduan kay Drew kaysa bumalik sa tahanan ng mga Martin na umabuso sa kanya. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains adult language and subjects, including graphic violence, explicit content, and assault on women that may disturb some readers. I do not intend this book for readers below adulthood.

Ang pag-ibig na diinaasahan , ang pag-ibig nang isang tunay na nagmamahal ang "The boy behind the mask " saksihan ang kwento nila Mike at Amy

They are six in numbers. Dominion Ulan! A detective on a case of serial killer and kidnapper single and not searching.Parent dead as told,at least she was made to believe that!. Malcolm Micheal! Head detective of Ulan department both in search of serial killer and kidnaper. Single and not searching. Her parents are alive and cold-hearted when it comes to love. Malcolm Nora! 16 years old,a cute student of Diamond high entangled with two hearts at her school. Das Luci Das Hardin! The two heirs to the Das are arrogant and bitch respectively of course count as one family. Lastly! Miguel Jacinthe and Johnson Blaine! Two commoners but hard working doctor and detective respectively. Some years back it tended to be a top between some families which left some of the families dead! Alive and poor,alive and richest! "Who is the devil? How come they dine with the ENEMIES? Question left untold

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."